The stodger effect...

Okay, I believe I have worked out why Dulcie, the chook, goes into terribly dark, brooding, evil eyed, sinister moods where she refuses to move and looks at me like I’m scum. It’s the stodger effect.

Ipso facto – three eggs. The small white one is Ursula the chook’s egg. She’s what I call beauty challenged and scared of absolutely everything – but she tries hard and one can’t fault the ratbag chortler that.  The middle one is from Laverne, aka Houdini I-can-escape-anything-so-let-me-run-free-or-else the chook. The last one? The big stodger of an egg that barely fits into the palm of my hand?  That’s Dulcie’s. Yeah, I reckon one small bodied chook may just be a tad cranky after laying such a ginormous egg. She can have her dark moments. I get it.

Have mouth guard...will travel...

Years ago when my father’s mother died and he was about to fly down to her funeral, my mother said to him, “Take your mouthguard.” Why? There was a history of brawling in that side of the family. Slug it out, fall down bleeding and then get up and go have a beer together. They’re strong, tough people who led a hard, hard life of poverty in the slums.  The other side of the family? Crazy, wild, brooding, dramatic people with long memories and smart mouths.

I have a long memory. I have a smart mouth. I’m about to go into battle in the next week. I have my mouth guard. Bring it.